Born and Raised BARCA ~ Madridista

Chapter 1: The Proposition

“Look I didn't mean to offend you, I really do think you are a good player, so I was thinking you could practice with my team while you're in town. So what do you say?” Mourinho inquired.

'Oh my god! The Jose Mourinho just asked me to play with the one and only Real Madrid. Now I may be a BARCA fan, but I'm not going to turn down playing soccer with a really well known professional team.' I thought to myself. “Of course! Who in their right minds would turn that down?” I all but yelled. 'Damn, there's that chuckle again.' I mentally complained.

“Well, we practice every day from 7am to 11am in the morning, and have scrimmages from 6pm to 9pm in the evenings, and since you just got here today, you can join in tomorrow.” he explained.

~Time Skip~

Turns out that Mourinho was here for dinner, and didn't even know there was going to be another guest. Our meeting must have been a gift from God, because I now get to play soccer with arguably the best team in La Liga and in the world. I am awake at this ungodly hour of 4am because I need to go run before practice, and it starts at 7am. Thus to fit in my normal 10 mile run I need to start now if I am going to eat something before practice. I wrote a note to Joseph letting him know I would be running if I wasn't back when he woke up. So dressed in some Nike shorts and a tank top and running jacket I stretched and took off. I was a fourth of the way done with the course I had mapped out yesterday when I hit something that felt like a brick wall. I being the klutz that I am, stumbled, fell backwards, and landed on my ass, but only after twisting my ankle. I was sorta dazed, and the pain wasn't helping at all. I looked up to see what I had run into, and I saw a good looking guy that looked vaguely familiar. He bent down and helped me up, I was hiding the fact that I twisted my ankle, and introduced himself, “Hey, I am sorry, I should have been looking where I was going, and the name's Cristiano.”

"It's no biggie, and I'm Shay." I replied politely. That was the extent of our conversation, because if I didn't get started now, I wouldn't make it home in time to make it to practice, well at least not on this bum ankle. I told him I had to get going, and he took off. I waited till he was a while ahead, and started limping home. Luckily I wasn't terribly far from home, only about two and a half miles. After walking a bit my ankle didn't hurt as much, so I started jogging. Every time I hit a bump on the side walk a sharp pain would go through my ankle, but I kept pushing, and made it home in time for breakfast and a shower. Then I went to my room, and taped up my ankle as well as I could. Then Joseph dropped me off. I was of course about an hour early as I normally am. I get used to the taping on my ankle and of the practice turf. I was alone for about half an hour, and then Coach Mourinho showed up. He gave me a practice kit and I went to get changed. I hoped I could get through practice today with this ankle and not make it worse. I also hoped the guys on the team would not just see a girl, but that they could see me as a soccer player, and perhaps a teammate if I am lucky.